Disclaimer: I do not own the hush hush series..

The prologue, I know is quite confusing, but this story seemed to be stuck in my head for a while now. So, I decided to give it a try. But if no one really reads and reviews this story, I'm afraid I have to delete it, and simply come up with another one.

I would also like to apologies for the very, very long delay of this first chapter…I have a very hectic schedule, with practice teaching and everything…I simply couldn't catch up with publishing the story….

Love you all'

My angel of love;

Jev'

She was spectacular; beautiful as ever. I remembered our faithful night over a hundred years ago. She was a beauty, if only she realized that. If only God didn't torment her life.

This time, I planned on claiming her as mine. I will make her remember me, if only that resulted of her forgiving me. It was always like this, we would find each other, fall in love and I would not be able to express my love the way young men normally do.

Because I was anything but normal; the angel of love and compassion, the cupid of all hearts, but I'm not a baby in diapers and wings, mind you.. I am immortal, beautiful if you might say, more of a teenager. All angels were blessed with this beauty of perfection, but we could not love, we were not allowed to love like mortals. But I…could.

And I have found ways of being mortal; it took me a hundred years to find such. My lover had to die almost nine times in two hundred and ten years.

But when she would die, I did not know how. But the following twenty years or so, I would meet her again, and no matter what I do, it was always her.

Nathalie…Marianne….Nichole…..Michelle….Rachael….Pauline….Margaret….Hazel….Chloe…and now…her name was Nora…and she was still the same person I know, she was still Nathalie…the first time I saw her was at a valentines ball, on the early 1890's

She was beautiful as she climbed off the carriage with grace, wearing her temptation of a red dress and those darling diamond earrings. She was enchanting, and I planned to hit her with my potions, wanted her to meet someone, she deserved it.

But she need not my help that night, for when she went through the ballroom doors, all men surrounded her, the finest bachelor was after the great Miss Nathalie Swift. That was when I felt an unfamiliar tightness in my chest, I felt the deepest flow of love I never felt before and I felt that sudden urge of wanting to grab her from Kelvin, the man that she was dancing with, and take her away with me.

When I looked at her, I wanted to spread my wings and fly her across the lands. She was gravity and I could not stop the way my soul was connecting to hers.

Memories with her were brilliant, they were wonderful experiences. But the more we grew to love each other, the more we developed the need to be together, the pain we felt when we were apart, it was depriving love, exhausting and that was when she would grow ill and wither in pain that I cannot help her with, and she would simply, slip away from my grasp, with her last whispers of love.

I would not let that happen now, never again was my angel leaving my side. All I need is that one night of love and that drop of her blood on valentines' eve. I would lose my wings, I would be a fallen, but it was worth it. The fall from the clouds of heavens was worth it, if I were to be with my sweet little angel.

But she had to remember me first; if I told her of our past, without her own process of remembering, it would ruin the rituals of unity and I would be turning her into the ashes of the earth.

I sat there at my condo, staring out at the calendar that hanged across the room, it was February. I was here on earth every February and leave at the precise eve before the end of Valentine Day.

As I held the diary in my hand, feeling its smooth velvet cover, if my heart were beating, it would have done great with a speeding ticket. As I felt the anxiety rising by every breath I took, I rose out of the chair and cross the room, took my coat and left slamming the door shut.

The bookstore was different in some way, as my eyes dazed upon an old bookshelf, just below the collection of Romeo and Juliet, was the name Nath & Jev.

I remembered that day; it was raining hard out as we ran for shelter, you could hear the down pour, as carriages bustled about and black umbrellas sprang open. We walked in the new book shop, hearing its gentle bell ring as I opened the door for us. Nathalie was wet, yet, she was beautiful as her cheeks grew a shade of rosy red.

Panting deeply, I looked at her and when our eyes met, she laugh, a full hearted laugh that I couldn't help but chuckle. She was so care free, a free spirit.

The store owner was a friend of mine, as I walked towards the counter.

" Raining hard out Justin. You mind if we stay here for awhile…my lady wishes to dry up and stay warm…" as I winked at him and gestured my lovely companion to meet my friend.

"Nathalie, this is Justin..he's the store owner and also a good friend of mine…" as I saw Justin eye my darling with hungry eyes, my angel just smiled at him and politely shook his hand.

" good day, sir… what a lovely book store you have.." I heard her say, her voice simply music to my ears.

And I knew from then on, she stole Justin's heart…

As I saw her smile at me and skipped to a shelf of books, running her fingers along each bound, she stopped and pulled out a green book.

I walked towards her, as I saw her face look at the book cover with such longing. That my heart could start beating, as I stood behind her wrapping my arms around her, I could feel all the love radiating from her with every touch I made. She truly did love me.

"Is it one of your liking, love…?"

"…Yes…." She whispered

As I saw the books title, Romeo & Juliet

" A tragedy? " I asked.

"Yes, because I believe that one would do the silliest things in love…"

I chuckled at her statement; truly it was extraordinary that we thought alike. I would do anything to have her forever.

I bought her the book that day, as I wrote a little note on its title page inside.

To My Beloved;

Nathalie…you're the Juliet of my heart….

The note was bitter sweet really, and it meant so many things, the fact that she simply was innocent of what I was and how I was the tragedy of our love.

That was when she took out my fountain pen, and started carving at that piece of wood, just where she found the book. She wrote our names.

She stole my frozen heart that very day, and I didn't want to let her go…

Now all I can do is wait, and maybe, just maybe, my heart can finally beat with hers.

My love…my darling Nathalie in my arms again…

"soon darling…we will be together again.." was all I whispered, as I turned away from her, leaving with her the my little red diary. As I took out my fountain pen, and started writing on the palms of my hand.

' keep this book safe with all your heart. Tonight, I will show you the world I live in, and through this, I will be with you always…' – Jev

Hope you liked it!

-Sariel